Dear Coach Johnson

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Jo_Vision

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Everything that happens on that field is your fault. Those kids are not paid professionals, but you are. They are college kids looking for an education and an opportunity to play a game that you invited them to play.

YOU recruit them
YOU coach them
YOU discipline them
YOU play them
YOU call the plays

No mistake out there can’t be attributed to a deficiency of one of the items on the list above. I’m sorry coach, I have been a fan of your football knowledge for a long time but I am tired of you disrespecting your players. Good leaders deflect praise and shoulder responsibility. Consider that it is hard for someone to fight for you on the field when you won’t fight for them off the field. Be Mike Gundy for once.

That is all.
 
Dang, Jo. Welcome back to the board. I guess being down there in the ‘ville amongst all them uga-ggers and then doing well finally getting to ya with them being good and us looking terrible.
 
Dear Johnson

Give them a hard woody out there.

Sincerely
Big dan

Ps. Would it kill you to change formations in obvious passing downs?
 
fishinjacket said:
Dang, Jo. Welcome back to the board. I guess being down there in the ‘ville amongst all them uga-ggers and then doing well finally getting to ya with them being good and us looking terrible.
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Holy crap. Didn’t realize you still hung around here. Hope all is well buddy.
 
Dear Paul Johnson,

I wrote you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, öööö it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant, too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie, too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Ga. Southern
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Navy, too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan

T- Stan.
 
Dear Coach Johnson,

What the öööö did you just ööööing say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the öööö out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ööööing words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, ööööer. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're ööööing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ööööing tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're ööööing dead, kiddo.

Best,

Biojacket
 
Dear Coach Johnson,

Where are my Gold GA Tech Yellow Jackets Season Ticket T-Shirts?

Signed,
The season ticket fan base
 
Dear Paul Johnson,

Thanks for the helping hand. If you hadn't shoved me over the rails on that fishing boat in the north Pacific last summer as the punch line to the joke, "what's the difference between a polar bear and a Tech fan?" I would never have learned the things that are now most dear to me, like how to call and tame a wild walrus (your tips on how to properly not-groom a moustache were really helpful), or how to salvage a shipwreck with a pocket knife, or especially how to distill traditional Siberian Yupik gin in a burnt out diesel engine. Although I'll only live for a few more years, I just have to say thank you. For both of them.

P.S. Having met a few now, there's really no difference.

Warm regards,
ThisIsAtlanta

That is all.
 
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